Chapter 93. Is This Karma?

Megan’s POV

“I felt nothing. So, don’t think too highly of me,” I said as I looked around the corner.

He laughed loudly. “You’re lying. How is it possible to not feel anything yet your lips are making moans? I’m not stupid, but you’re right. I think highly, and I’m sure you’ll like me.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. I hate you. You forced me in here and harassed me. I’ve told you many times that I’m not one of those women. They do work as prostitutes, but don’t,” I replied in a lofty tone of voice.

“If you’re not one of them, then why did you end up here?” he asked as he got up and took something out of his desk drawer.

He took out a box of condoms. Then he unwrapped one and put it on.

“I’m going to use a condom so we both benefit,” he said.

“You’re the lucky one while I lose. If you’re such a nice guy, you should have let me go and not kept me here,” I said, trying to change his mind.

“Stop trying so hard to change my stance. What